✧ * ☾ ℍ𝕆ℙ𝔼 * ✧

Old suitcase, clean getaway, I'm the one who takes the blame again ! New day but the same lines, I Feel like a victim of the dollar sign. All these years on my own. Fight my fight all alone ! 'Til you came, don't you know . Don't you know ? Baby, you're the highlight of my lowlife ! Take a shitty day and make it alright, yeah, alright . Oh, in every circumstance . Yeah, you make the difference. Baby, you're the highlight of my lowlife !

[blckvon-blog]

@/albireo - 2 minutes ago！

When did the quiet that once calmed me now bring about trepidation?

✉　❤　➝

[blckspectre-blog]

✶ – – – what’s in a name?

spectre inhabits the edge. he lurks in a state of in betweens, balancing on the line of good and evil, dark and light, shadow and spotlight, where many others pick a side. he’s been doing so ever since kim jonghyun died, and he chose his state between life and death– known and unknown. he has a certain infamy about him now for it. he is spectre, the ghost, the shadow, the one that’s hard to pin down, (and yet to some, he isn’t as mysterious and hard to find as he’d like to be.)

and then there are the ones that don’t know, like the girl that sits next to him at his table at the shack, over his bowl of noodles, eyes full of curiosity. (he doesn’t even come here often. it ruins his image, he thinks. enigmas don’t suit eating at the candidates’ local canteen; usually he just cooks for himself, but sometimes…)

he’s noticed her around. he thinks her name starts with a v– short– von, is it? maybe he’ll ask her, if she gives him the chance. he doesn’t know her, but from what he’s seen, he thinks she toes many of her own lines. she lurks on the sidelines too, watching and listening instead of speaking, like so many of them do, and this, he can respect. 

maybe it’s why, when she asks him why he goes by spectre, he swallows his food and thinks over his answer, instead of just looking at her with blank eyes and deciding not to entertain it. (at least she knows his name; he makes a mental note of that, too.)

“i’ve been in between dead and alive for a long time now,” is what he settles on, voice quiet, as always. “even before.”

` ✶ –   @blckvon​

[blckvon-blog]

☆.｡.:* there is a line she walks on & around. it's not thin, not something she needs to go on pointe for. it's not a tightrope show, no fear of placing her weight down. no spotlight shunning upon her with each step she takes, sweat dripping from the slipping crown on her head. no crowd to watch her & wait for her to slip up with much eagerness.

          but all the same it is not something she can step on so casually every single day like the cracks on the sidewalk or the lines on the road. there are consequences which come with these actions. so she has to think thoroughly ask thoroughly because there is nothing more troublesome than to be locked in the web of conflict all due to a misplaced word. she was far too lazy for such so she would make sure it does not pass into chaos in the first place.

          with the boy before him, the girl thinks she can coat her tongue with a reasonable honesty. it is not as if she would ever afford to wear her heart on her sleeves. to nobody, not even those she shares her blood with. not in such a time when there are always ears where there shouldn't be & eyes watching every movement from the crepuscules where the light does not reach. but daring enough to ask a question that has always been leaping around in her mind.

　　❝    how can you be between the death and the living? ❞　 she asks carefully after a moment of silence. it is a saying which baffles her, there are people who flicker in between but von had always imagined them transluscent in consciousness.      ❝     ....what happened? ❞　

[atxclover-blog]

. coffee shop blues

starter for @blckvon

though they were allowed to leave the complex and were even encouraged to do so, ariel didn’t really find himself doing such that. he had nowhere to go most of the time, no one to meet up to thanks to the rules enforced on them about not seeing anyone from before. and everything outside just seemed boring, there was nothing out there that he couldn’t do without having to bothering to get fully dressed. leaving half the time just meant far too much effort and, to put it frankly, he couldn’t be bothered to exert that much energy. 

but this was different, he had actually agreed to meet up with someone in a coffee shop not all too far, which was the only reason he had agreed in the end. simply because he didn’t have to travel too far. 

“ugh,” he groaned, rubbing his face with his hands as if he was trying to rub out the sleepiness clinging to him like a bad smell. “i’m going to need this caffeine if i have any hope of making it back in one piece.” it wasn’t even that far, but he was acting like he had just walked for miles and miles. 

[blckvon-blog]

☆.｡.:* it's a hidden barbed hook that she's dug deep into the city itself as a method to always cling tightly onto a world she's almost lost. or maybe she has lost it already, in the short while she has wandered in and out of her new home to linger in an old, things have changed already. she is simply drifting in the after effects of denial at this point. one day it would hit that all that is old would have slipped through her fingers. nothing remains.

          but for now, the girl will enjoy what she has. she turns her head away from the future, one thing she had once been so curious about and focuses on the present instead. life is ever the briefer so it should be sent more productively. she wasn't leaping at any opportunities however, letting things slowly lapse their way over with time.

　　❝   keep it black, ❞　 von deadpans at the boy before her, her accompaniment at the quiet coffee shop. some jazzy music plays in the background & occasionally she hears the twinkle of a sound which signifies another customer. her head would sometimes turn up but nobody familiar greets her eyes. nobody should. in silent fear she's purposely chosen a spot on the opposite end of the city from her house.

          but she supposes that wasn't going to change fate when evil mischief appears.

　　❝   and you will be able to walk two times the distance, ❞　 it's a poor attempt at a joke.

[blckvon-blog]

shifts & gears ➹

[blckvon-blog]

blckspeedy‌:

   if speedy wasn’t at the condominium, it was safe to assume he was in his shop. it was unnamed and no one really knew of it. he really didn’t need the money, not that he really asked for much. most of his clientele was people in the condominium who were lucky enough to get a car or motorcycle, but on occasion, a random person arrived.

   speedy just liked to be working on something and there wasn’t much space in the condominium, so he wanted the shop. he needed it. if he was going to live his life in that place after what they put him through, he was going to do it his way - and that meant taking apart cars and rebuilding them.

   he was still working on his latest project. souping up an old 1955 cadillac and having it run like it was brand new. it looked bright and shiny, but the actual workings under the hood were still in the works. 

   he was in the back, eating a sandwich he brought when he heard someone call for him. he stuffed his face as he went out, brushing his hands over his already stained jumpsuit. with a full mouth and messy hands, he entered the main floor and offered a wave. he opened his mouth to great the girl, but he stopped, realizing his mouth was full.

   speedy held up a finger and turned, quickly chewing before he could manage some words, “hey… waz… up?”

    he was still struggling to chew, but at least she could probably tell what he was saying.

☆.｡.:* eyes still navigate the surrounding with conflicted emotions. a part of her is at ease in a setting that has slowly become familiar to her with time. another part of her still lives on edge, quivering & voicing a wish to head back to the compound. it's not safe either, nowhere is but there she could laze. there she could huddle on a furniture, close her eyes & lie to herself again.

           but somewhere she has to stop doing that & she thinks that place is now. a noise traps itself in her ears & she quickly turns over to where the sound is. there is a reminder, for a girl who constantly forgets, that she should greet him with a warped tug of her lips. if only it could be less troublesome to perfect the air of friendliness for long term instead of short term.

          her fingers raise up to return the wave, cognac hues watching his actions with mild amusement. it takes one second to register he has spoken & another to piece together mouth stuffed words. but she could do it, she's positive about that.

 　　❝   i came to visit, ❞　 von cuts straight to the chase as she takes steps closer to the boy. it has become a sort of silent practice on her end to wear all black so that any stain would not become evident later on when she leaves.　❝   and help...if you'll let me? ❞　

[blckgemini]

shape up.

w. @blckvon

gemini did not realize how long she had been observing quietly at the girl, lingering around the training room with her back against the wall. they all have their weaknesses and for her, close combat was one of them and agility was more so her strong suit and the other could possibly dodge strikes while the basis of strength was what she lacked it seems. 

“you’re not going to get any better when you’re fighting like that. quick movement but your punches could use a bit of work.” gemini crossed her arms in front of her chest tightly, striding towards von, making her presence known.

‘though i guess we all have something we do lack.”

she wasn’t one to give advice, especially to someone whose clearly her enemy, an opponent, especially one from heliotrope. from a distance, the girl doesn’t look at that intimidating tough given the faction she was in nor based off her strength so it wouldn’t matter how good her movements were if she couldn’t counter properly which was what gemini could make out. 

[blckvon-blog]

☆.｡.:* there were a few times when fingers would aimlessly flicker through the channels on television to catch a brief glimpse of a figure unleashing energy against a punching bag. it never made sense to her to punch something so lifeless. it swings, it must certainly be heavy but it would be so easy to measure the pendulum swing. figure out a path & constantly hit with no room to miss. but she was never athletic for a reason, beyond the precision & focus that came with her beloved dance.

        but now, the punching bag that once seemed to stitch itself so dull becomes her accompaniment. it was as if some phantom life breathed itself into the object. a new understanding hitting her both metaphorically & physically when it eventually smacks her side. and again later, a sign that maybe the girl may be doing something wrong. or maybe she is simply too weak, paper thin at heart & body easily blown by the wind.

        the sudden statement from a stranger drags her out of her concentration. a faint tinge of iron finally registering in her mouth to remind her she had bit her mouth in focus moments earlier.

　　❝     i lack a lot, ❞　 von states simply, mind wandering in debate as to whether it is a sign she should withdraw or inquire further. there’s nobody else around, anything can happen but for the stranger to step into the limelight she could maybe assume it to be a sign of something more. she’ll take the risk. ❝     but fixing it is not easy.  ❞　

[quotespile]

Suspect each moment, for it is a thief, tiptoeing away with more than it brings.

John Updike, A Month Of Sundays (via quotespile)

[blckvon-blog]

in & out ➹

☆.｡.:* in moments like these, she misses pulling her sheets up over herself ever the tighter. in moments like these, she thinks of the possum who has learnt to play dead & wonders if she too can do the same. or maybe wave a white flag & have it actually heeded instead of jeered at & ignored. there are so many possibilities but there is only one road which she is led to today.

        it was not a white rabbit she followed down the hole but a bloody one with promises of strength.

        indeed, sparring is one of the most useful things she could do currently. especially with people who carry themselves better than her. viper, a fitting name for the woman, the girl herself thinks. beautiful in appearance with hidden venom. hinged jaws meant to devour & devour until there is nothing left of the people she despises. it is all conjecture, von doesn't actually know why the other chose it - but that would be an inquiry for another time.

　　❝     can we, ❞　 panting distance is taken as she attempts to catch her breath, her left hand reaches behind to touch her shoulder blade, wincing when she realizes the skin must have blossomed navy and green at this point. ❝     take a small break?  ❞　

a pas de deux for you @blckxviper

[blckvon-blog]

in dreams ➹

☆.｡.:* sometimes when she sits on a bench in the park allowing for the different scents of nature to stroke the inside of her lungs, she closes her eyes & briefly allows herself to pretend everything is fine. that if she were to open her eyes again her body would be normal, that she would see her family. that she could reach her hand forward & be reciprocated by something warm. in a rare stroke of a distant dream, her life would be normal again.

        but it never will be. not anymore. yet minutes like these where she walks along a footpath & allows for her feet to gently nudge the fallen leaves, she thinks she can delude herself into believing her life is normal.

        with the partner of the hour, it is not particularly difficult for her to do so. their names are foreign, but with that minor detail aside she feels as if the conversation could go down a route that has now become infected with weeds. they cannot upturn the plants whose roots dig deep into the soil, but they can constantly snip it.

　　❝    well, ❞　 von pauses, letting the rest of her words roll on her tongue first. it tastes of an emotion she misses, but she shouldn't keep it to herself for long. that would be vile. 　❝     sweater weather offers no mercy when it roles in. ❞　

a pas de deux for you @zeroblck

[blckvon-blog]

clandestine ➹

☆.｡.:* dusk comes with the promising embrace of moonlight. it brings a unique stillness, to the time of reflection upon the day passed &.a small restlessness to await the day which will soon come by with the rousing of the sun. it is when the birds sing goodnight until the stars bid them to dream in the comforts of their nest. each shade of the sky deepens in noble solemnity, finding unity in the night. 

      a time for calmness but her nerves ever the quake more beneath her skin. spastic they demand many things but she knows she will be unable to give them all. not in this confinement where ears & eyes exist everywhere in shapes that most people would once grasp as harmless.

         nonetheless the presence of her brother is so welcome. an anchor for her emotions. a voice in her mind tells her she should not approach with such casualness but she misses the attachment she has with her siblings. both, now trickled down into one. so she reaches her hands forward, hands giving a shoulder a squeeze. once, she would not reach with such ease, but now it was different. she could say she hated it, in a way.

 　　❝   are you free right now to uh...talk? ❞　 her head tilts away to a distant corner, an emphasis for the two of them to pry themselves away from everyone else. for words to fall only on their ears.

 　　❝   i need help with sparring. ❞　 it’s a lie. just an excuse for others to hear in case suspicion is raised.

a pas de deux for you @blckchariot​

[blckvon-blog]

@/albireo - 4 minutes ago！

She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me.

[blckvon-blog]

shifts & gears ➹

☆.｡.:* already the temperature slowly falls with the comets of red, orange & gold. there is irony in how the world springs alive in colour during the season of autumn. maybe it was a reference to something, such that there is a certain sort of beauty in falling. or dare might she say in death too. but the latter is an idea she still fears understanding even when it familiarizes itself with her so often.

      so the girl will choose to forget it. instead her attention focuses on the soft grasp of golden threads still tangling around her. sooner or later the rain will come in to settle & there will be no sunlight to remind her to uplift herself. don't take anything for granted. not now, not ever.

　　❝   speedy, are you there? ❞　 carefully the girl calls out into the shop garage as she walks around the area, hazel hues searching. the strong scent of tar & oil pounces on her senses, something that has become mildly familiar now that she's begun to converse with this boy. 

  　　❝   i came to visit again, ❞　 and to learn a bit more about the mechanics of a car, her mind inserts but she bites her lips to stop it from spilling her intentions quite yet. she has to find him first.

a pas de deux for you @blckspeedy

[hdyejun]

anxious heart.

『 @blckvon:･。. - past present 』

there are always new recruits. it sounds so inhumane to call it as such, but it also makes it sound as if it were employment. in a way, it is. this is his enlistment, and there is now nothing else he knows as his present and future. in fact, the less spoken about the past, the better. better not let those guards or those lurking hear you. there are some familiar faces that come through. korea is not that large after all. but there’s something that can’t replace the feeling of rhythmic adrenaline when he spotted someone that held more than acquaintanceship to him. within the hive. because there’s nothing worse than being a ghost among his past. vesper preferred being within the condominiums. this was his reality now.

a strange lull made him look at the new bodies within the factions, all mingling together, newly branded serial codes and all. fancy, so uniform yet a little individualistic. this had become a cycle for vesper for the last few years, he’s sure it’s trickling to the third year for him. how time passes when you spend your time training, making a few connections here or there, and trying to stay afloat and relevant. ( he certainly was not the best with elev8 and all that jazz. trying, but y’all probably won’t catch him trending. ) 

and there, he spotted her. d—-. ‘no, no old identities. forbidden and irrelevant.’ but beyond that name, all the familiarity lingered and hit him like a full-speed jet. so he made a choice- there wasn’t truly any point in waiting, because it would ultimately lead to the same decision anyway. rip the bandaid off, because it would suck either way. even so, vesper, he’s pathetically hopeful, as he smiled at the girl, ever so wide eyed and lovely. “hello,” he’s sure he’s never been this tentative with her, but this is thin ice they’re walking on. the recruits, the new candidates- could be either entirely personable or a hollow shell. and he prayed for some light behind her eyes. he couldn’t help it, he couldn’t bite his tongue, and the words tumbled out with too much fondness, and recognition- “so, what do i get to call you now?” 

[blckvon-blog]

☆.｡.:* in a world of frenzy she is all the more desperate to cling to something all the familiar. a stability, a firm rock onto the ground to remind her that some things still haven't changed. even if her eyes glow a colour she's not used to & even if her height has now increased so that she's no longer the small girl seeking a piggyback so that she can poke her head out above everyone. never did the girl think she would lose familiarity in her own body but here she was dazed. off-kilter away from the tranquillity & calmness she often personified.

      maybe if it wasn't for the fact she had decently entered with her brother up to a certain distance, she would have collapsed onto the ground & clutched her head. maybe she would have muttered nonsense while eyes screwed themselves shut in hopes it was just an unusual nightmare. all the possibilities that were not reached while she forced screws into her spine. it doesn't however, erase the fact that she is now alone again for the time being & teetering towards the edge of nervousness.

      or not. a stranger approaches her with words that speak of familiarity. of a past companionship. a tone of warmth. she would not deny that someone with his striking features would be someone she would certainly wish to befriend between her rare daydreaming. but this must be a mistake. a wrong person? but such  fondness would not bring such a mistake.           

        maybe a dangerous act? how cruel. 

　　❝   sorry, ❞　 she stiffly creases her lips in a forced smile, attempting to hide but poorly concealing the confusion that makes its way up into her eyes.

　　❝   who are you? ❞　

[seaymphea-deactivated20190709]

A tiny noise is enough to kill you, / the noise of some other heart falling silent,

Vicente Aleixandre, from A Longing for the Light; “Life” (via serpenstiarae)

[hrdaehyun-blog]

The dog days (are over).

Pick your ally: @blckvon​

Working at the vinyl store was nice, but sometimes to make ends meet when he spent too much money on stuff he decided he needed, Jade was offering his services as a dog walker. It was a good job to have as it allowed him to exercise while listening to his favorite music, and of course the bonus was the dogs. Dogs were absolute people magnets. There was always someone stopping to pet them. He never minded. The dogs were friendly and loved the attention.

This was what he was currently doing. He had six dogs walking ahead of him, their leashes firmly grasped in his hands (three in each). He let his mind wander, happy to simply be lead somewhere (he knew they were heading to the park. This was the plan after all). He’d occasionally throw a glance at the dogs to make sure they were okay.

He soon entered the park and what happened next was a series of unfortunate events. He couldn’t have predicted that the young boys playing nearby would kick their soccer ball too far and that said ball would end up rolling straight under the dogs noses before continuing its path down a small hill. The dogs immediately reacted and started chasing the ball. The sudden jerk forward caused him to lose grasp on the leashes. After all, Jade was a lot of things, but strong was not one of them. He was still working on that.

He muttered a curse, not wanting kids to hear his profanities, and took off after the dogs, urging them to come back here, as if they would listen.

[blckvon-blog]

☆.｡.:* there is tranquillity evoked by the colour green. she thinks the viridian is a reminder of the calmness of the forest, the meadows & the tufts of trees which climb up the small mountains in the distance before they vanish into the clouds. nature. a reminder that sometimes all that needs to be done is to take a deep breath. let crispness infiltrate the lungs and travel into the head until clarity is found. another reminder that sometimes the most activity occurs in stillness. but ears must always be willing to hear even the quietest drop of rain along leaf & eyes must always be willing to see the morning dew that rests on a petal.

      it is also the opposite colour of red. once, red reminded her of warmth. a vibrant soul like the firebird that made its way through the land. but now she thinks of blood. carnage, the stale air of death. she wants it gone.

      the park is a temporary sanctuary. a reminder to her that there are still trickles of gold in this world. lulled into an illusion that everything can be alright for now she is taking small steps upon the small footpath when two small sized dogs come bounding towards her. it is clear from the loose leash that they had escaped from their owner.

      immediately crouching down one arm reaches out to block one of the canines and hug it close to her. a foot extends to step on the leash of the other before inching to the side to loop slender fingers around a collar.

　　❝   got you,❞  she coos softly to them while star lit eyes gaze up between the cerulean & emerald in search of the owner. maybe she's found the person, calling to them through the trespass of the cool air.

　　❝   are they yours?❞

[blckvon-blog]

yellow➹

☆.｡.:* a few paw steps before her curls a canine with fur the gentle colour of liquid honey.it is speckled with dirt, mottled from days of being outside. if she had channelled herself into the creature it would surely be mulling the despair of the unfortunate life fate has tossed over with a cruel laugh. but here it was, eyes folding into half-crescents of delight as it notices her. a simple creature with simple needs. she watches how the left paw taps on the ground gingerly as it comes over to sniff extended fingers. probably injured.

       but this was not in her realm to fix & play god. she held no knowledge, not when tender fingers had reached forward once trust was won to check & come face to face with no injury. no thorn sticking out. she can only feed, she cannot even adopt the creature knowing that one is more than enough in a world where her own life dangles from a string every single moment.

         surely canines were not free from having their heart broken by the loss of a loved one.

　　❝  its name is yellow. ❞　she states calmly when she realizes she is now no longer the only one vying for the attention of the stray dog. immediately, von bites her tongue the moment the words drift from her mouth. he did not ask, why did she deliver a name she just created on the spot?

a pas de deux for you @blckapollo

[blckvon-blog]

Bounding over Vinn lifts the slightly shorter girl up in a hug and then gently sets her down again. He leans down himself, seeking a familiar action from her. "Mom! Today I fed some cute little pigeons. I did good right?"

☆.｡.:* the tenderness with which she is held does not abate the astonishment that percolates from the sudden action. the girl does not yelp. weeks & months have taught the lark in her throat to remain quiet when she once would cry out in surprise. a sudden movement, a small sound, anything of that manner will now become an ingredient for death.

     she has accidentally inked a recipe for carnage on her skin & she is slowly finding out what the ingredients are.

     but now is not the time for her to muse over that. von lets her feet flutter in the air, paddling through briefly before she is let down by the taller male. fondness marks the tug of coral lips upwards. slender fingers nimbly move forward to pat soft brown hair, feeling the strands toying between.

    it is hard to believe sometimes that he is a terrifying weapon tossed onto the field when right now all he reminds her of is a gentle puppy.

    ❝　　you did well vinnnie. i’m proud of you.　❞  praise easily sits up & pries itself off her tongue to leap onto the other boy knowing it would leave him charmed. for him, she sometimes wonders if she would swallow living stars.

   ❝　　did you go to a park all by yourself?　❞

[blckvon-blog]

*+:｡.｡ Hello everyone!  First of all this is a queued post. Some of you may know me, some of you may not but my name is Kei (though nowhere as much of a goddess as the one from Lovelyz) and this is my muse Von. I will keep this short and sweet, you can find her information (TLDR included) in the two links below. Please give this a like if you would like to plot. Also if you do prefer plotting elsewhere, I do have a Twitter over @/nyanwinks and also a Discord! For the second one please ask me about it because I do have a small habit of changing my name at random times. ｡.｡:+*

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